Unhumans

[SilverPathfinder]

The taxi stopped in the middle of the city’s largest urban scar, its red light flashing in the darkness of the semi-abandoned district. The Greyfields of North Avenue were not considered a rough neighbourhood, which would be a gross understatement. It was no-man’s land, a thin spread of urban dystopia left unattended. Almost no basic utilities reached the unfinished high rise projects and low income housings of this place. Stuck in a zoning legal feud for the last twelve years, it was now crawling with society’s less wanted, all non-humans, obviously. It wasn’t densely populated by any means, but it was full of hiding spots for squatters and militants alike. The rugged dwarven driver tipped his cap and glanced one last time at the girl sitting on the backseat. His moustache burrowed mouth opened slightly, as to give some last minute advice, but he said nothing. If this girl was looking for trouble, it was none of his business. He preferred to stay away from trouble and lay low, but she sure had a different approach. One thing was sure, this elven punk wasn’t going to blend in easily with the street marginal and other hardcore activists of this place.

The outfit was right, at least it was fitting well enough with the general trend around here. She had mid-length electric blue hair shaved on one side, and her long pointy ears were also shamelessly exposed, with a cylinder piercing going through at the top. Her makeup was on point, maybe a little too perfect in fact for any street fashionista. She had blue lipstick on her full plump lips, and a small choker going around her soft neck. Looking at her face only, one could hardly expect what was to come. Her denim jacket was full of patch and studs and her blue cropped top was complimenting her set quite nicely. It wasn’t unusual for girls her age to go like this, with their jacket open to expose some cleavage, and their shirt revealing their stomach. But in the case of this girl, it was a different kind of statement altogether. Not in this century could this jacket button over the melon like breast of this girl, each globe more than twice the size of her head and tightly packed inside her struggling boob biting bra. This elf girl was so busty one would wonder if she was in fact half-nymph or something similar. Sadly, the truth was much simpler, as one only needed to glance a few inches lower to see her bosom wasn’t the only thing big about this girl. Her blue top was riding up the rolled dome of a massively overfed stomach, with her chest resting heavily on top of the upper curve of this decadent belly. The round blubbery thing was so big it filled most of her lap, and the driver remembered he had to move the seat so she could squeeze her absurd tummy inside the cab. She hadn’t buckled up for the ride either. How could she? The seat belt was several inches too short to go around that girth, and her wide bum was spreading over the buckle on the seat anyways.

As he stopped near the gathering place, she smiled and glanced one last time at her cellphone before shoving it inside her jacked.

''Thanks for the ride. I just transferred you the money on the app. You should come you know, this gathering is for all of us.'' She said, before opening the passenger door and beginning to shuffle her way outside.

She was a little wedged on the backseat, and she needed to rock her body in wave like motion so she could get her leg out of the cab and start to pull herself up. The dwarf driver tried not to stare as she rested one arm against the door and used the other to pull against the metal frame. With a grunt of effort, she managed to haul her massive bum off the seat, and she popped free of the car, her broad hips brushing against the door frame as she squeezed out, before stumbling on the sidewalk. She used the door for support until her soft body settled and she recovered her balance. The driver felt his car suspension bounce back into place with what almost sounded like a groan of relief, the car having being tipped on one side for the whole ride. She took a small moment to arrange her hair and to pull up her jean shorts over her stomach, before closing the door and walking away from the taxi with her slow ponderous gait. The dwarf glanced at her one last time, wondering a second what was to become of this pampered suburb girl before getting the hell out of the Greyfields, leaving her alone in the dark clad street.

Nymeria wasn’t scared. Thanking her elven eyes for helping her with the darkness, the punk girl slowly walked toward one of the abandoned high rise buildings. It was the place. She could already hear the music thanks to her sensitive ears. She was feeling nervous, but it was also exhilarating to get to a non-human gathering. She always wanted to join the ranks of the egalitarian activists, but she had no way to join in when the movement was still underground. Nym wasn’t really connected with the street, having enjoyed a life as the daughter of two elven bureaucrats, growing in an upper middle class family in the suburbs, a very privileged life for any non-human. This event was the first openly legal and announced meeting in years. She couldn’t miss that, it was her chance!

The oversized neophyte eventually managed to get in. She found the entrance a little cramped for her taste, and blushed under her foundation as she was forced to get through the door going sideways, struggling awkwardly with her overly generous hips under the stunned gaze of two orcish security staffers. Their surprise was justified. Elves weren’t supposed to grow fat. It was considered taboo and subject to disdain, even by the less traditionalists ones. But Nym had been raised surrounded by humans, and her parents could do little to keep her away from the high calorie foods humans enjoyed carelessly at school and in her community college, food no elf was supposed to touch. This diet wrecked the slow metabolism typical of her species, leaving her as a strange oddity in her world, something the rebellious elven girl embraced fully and unashamedly. As a result, she had thrown herself into the fat positivity movement, both as a way to fuck with her parents and to find some body confidence despite her overfed and ever-fattening figure. Most of the elf’s exposed flesh was covered by ink, and most of her tats were about food or displaying her shameless indulgence with provocative statements. Despite her pretty face, all this assurance wasn’t enough to make anyone overlook her taboo level of plumpness. The doormen averted their eyes as she went by. Even by orcish standard, she was way too much, having outgrown any positive fat euphemism more than an hundred pound ago.

Luckily for Nymeria, despite all these minor setbacks, she wasn’t late for the evening speeches! Still, as she shuffled her way inside the cramped rally, Nym cursed under her breath, as she was unable to slip closer to the stage, her large curves making it impossible to navigate the cramped space. After she bumped one too many activists with her overfed curves, Nym was starting to draw a lot of attention to herself. Elves were often seen as collaborators in the human supremacist regime, and she looked like quite the pampered and privileged one in her punk poser attire. Between the hostility of the crowd and the real threat of police storming the place, things could turn sour for her at any moment, but Nym was too excited to notice. The obese elf girl was too busy trying in vain to stand on the tip of her toes to see better, even if she quickly realized she was too heavy for such nonsense.­­

*

Nymeria was futilely trying to squeeze her oversized curves between two groups of werekins activists when she was forced to accept defeat. No matter how much she was trying to shimmy sideways, sucking in her rolled gut and holding her breasts against her body, there wasn’t any place for her to go. The blue haired elf watched with a spike of envy as a slender were-cat simply slipped past her and between the two groups, moving through the crowd with grace and ease. This one wouldn’t have to watch the speech on some screen. As Nym thought she couldn’t be more jealous, she eventually saw the slim were-cat find a tall half-orc in the front row, obviously a friend, and without much hesitation, she climbed on his shoulders, providing herself a perfect view at the cost of completely obscuring the stage to Nymeria. The decadent elf was ruminating powerlessly when she suddenly felt a firm hand on her soft shoulder. As soon as she turned around to see who it was, Nym was welcomed by the stunning smile of a tall and athletic half-orc, whose long silky hair were reaching impressive length as they danced down her toned body.

Reaching out, the gorgeous half-blood placed a hand on the elf's plump shoulder. Bending her knees slightly so she could face Nym, she introduced herself, her shapely bosom accidentally brushing the elf’s massive melons. The girl had a truly beautiful smile, her soft plump lips curving around her short tusks in a seductive way. "Hey there, I never saw you in these parts. My name's Tamyana. What's yours?’’

The smile that appeared immediately on the elf’s gorgeous face was very genuine, with a touch of pleasant surprise and a flirty smirk. Clearly, Tamyana was Nym’s type, and the elf slightly blushed as she found such a gorgeous and rugged activist leaning over her.

‘’I am Nymeria, nice to meet you! You are right, I am kinda new. As soon as I knew there would be speeches and music, I knew I had to make it here! I am trying to get more involved, you know.’’

The rally was about to begin, and a small trimmed sprite with vibrant green hairs matching her wings flew nimbly above the stage, rousing the crowd before the event started. The ambience was electric. This was the largest and most public non-human gathering in years, and hopes were high among everyone present, Nym included. The egalitarians were gaining public support through grassroots movement, and after an event like this, they hoped their platform would be heard as a legitimate civil right movement and bring reforms to the table. For some reason, neither the authorities nor human supremacists seemed to take interest in the event, which gave many reasons to think the egalitarians were enjoying more tolerance than ever before from their opponents, a good signs of the progress to come. Of course, there could also be something fishy about this whole situation, but that kind of paranoia was for the security detail. No one wanted to worry on this day of celebration.

Nym was clearly enjoying Tamyana attention, and she made little effort to move away from the half-orc when a duo of dwarf punks pushed her as they moved by, forcing some of the plump elf’s massive curves to press against the taller orcish girl, mostly her large and heavy bosom and parts of her thick rolled tummy. The tall girl reaction left Nym quite surprised.

Indeed, Nymeria gasped and let out a playful giggle as the much taller and stronger girl squeezed her plump form in a protective embrace, strong hands moving down the plush rolls of her back fat to meet the gargantuan mass that was the elf’s bottom. The cramped denim shorts the obese punk were wearing could do little to contain the ridiculous girth of her bum, some of her butt cheeks was even hanging out of the tiny. They were doing nothing to support the avalanche of fat hanging from her waist, the poor tiny thing creaking at the front as it faced the lavishly large and absurdly heavy overhang of Nym’s lower belly. There was more skin exposed around the elf’s midsection than on the whole of most girls’ body, and here, they weren’t dressed conservatively by any means.

Still, the rugged activist was a bit, forward, for Nym’s tastes. Of course she liked flirting and some cuddles, but this was so very public and intense. However, the overfed suburban girl was eager to blend in with the crowd, and being under the wing of such an impressive girl was clearly going to help. It’s not like the blue haired glutton didn’t appreciated the rough handling, it was just moving a little fast for her to feel at ease. More importantly, people stopped starring as much when Tamyana claimed her chubby bum for herself. Nym was used to the looks, she knew she was a fat elf, and even if she wasn’t ashamed by her cumbersome figure, she didn’t like to be pointed at like a circus freak. Of course, the general hostility against Nym had less to do with her ballooned appearance than her obvious privileged life, but understanding the nuances of class solidarity was above the busty elf’s capacity at this point in time. The important part was that Nym wasn’t scared by half-orc as much as she was scared to be rejected, so she played along, obvious to the fact she might not be the only one playing a game in this situation.

The soft punk beauty nuzzled herself against Tamyana’s toned body, in a way that could be interpreted as coy teasing or overbearing enthusiasm, depending on one’s point of view. She was feeling the girl’s hardened stomach press against the huge masses of her bosom as she did. Having the obese elf pushed up against her was an interesting experience for the half-orc, it felt kind of like hugging a soft pillow, and the sensation alone was actually very pleasant, however the knowledge that it was a pillow of fat was a little disconcerting.

When she felt the elf nuzzling against her, Tamyana got bolder, giving in to curiosity in to a moment of weakness. She let her fingers sink into the girl’s massive backside, amazed at how the fat ass squished under her hand. Releasing her grip, she felt the rolls of fat slide back to their original position, pushing her fingers back as well. She didn’t come even close to grab the whole girth of the thing.

Nym felt the gentle squeeze on her bum, and noted to herself that this Tamyana was clearly a neophyte with the bigger girls like herself. It wasn’t so surprising considering that the blue haired punk was part of the 1% when fat was involved, but still, she could have thought that the activist might have been some kind of chubby chaser with the speed at which she introduced herself. The gentle, almost shy squeeze was simply adorable, and a clear sign that the half-b;ood was used to muscled glutes more than anything. The decadent elf girl didn’t sleep with any creature with hands big enough to fully grab the overflowing flesh of her juicy bum. Having the half-orc naively pinch a few inches of plush fat with her finger was so cute that Nym was almost disappointed when the taller girl released her. Nevertheless, she kept close, nuzzling the tall beauty. Her cavernous cleavage was riding up near her softened chin as she looked up, meeting the half-orc gaze with her stunning purple iris.

‘’I am so lucky I found you! You will be able to explain me all the subtleties I would miss otherwise. If you want, I can get us something to drink before it starts, what do you think?’’

Always the hedonist, Nym had indeed spotted an improvised bar nearby (and out of her reach, with her barrel of a gut blocking her way). She even saw they served this orcish milk liquor she couldn’t find anywhere! ‘’If you could be so nice as to fetch us something?’’ She asked, smirking playfully while she pulled a big bill from her jacket’s hidden pocket, struggling a little to reach around her own bosom. 

Pocketing the cash, the half-orc eyes lingered on Nym’s pocket, her continence slipping for a moment at the casual display of wealth. Regaining her bearing, Tamyana winked an overtly flirty wink, "Tell you what, I'll get us a drink, and then when the speeches are all over, we can get a few more down town. I can tell you about all those subtleties you mentioned and you can tell me a bit about what brings a cutie like you to this place."

Tamyana was moving with such ease in the crowd thanks to her feline grace that it took her little time to get back with two large glasses of milky white liquid, a strong and sweet alcohol fermented from a mixture of goat milk and grain. She couldn’t lose Nym in that crowd even if she tried, she was easy to find. All Tamyana had to do was simply to look for the area where people weren’t packed tight. It wasn't that they weren't squished together, it was merely that Nym’s gut and rear meant there was only so close people could get. Nym licked her plump lips, smiling eagerly as she grabbed one glass, already smelling the potent yet entrancing aroma from the liquid. Finding this in the suburbs was simply impossible. Orc culture was considered inferior and unworthy, like most non-human heritages in fact. The biggest difference was that humans still liked to steal and appropriate dwarf and elven stuff for profit, while orcish culture was simply ignored and buried. It was through her anthropology classes in college that Nym slowly realized how humans were in fact creating this whole web of lies around the other species, so they would assimilate as best as they could to the majority, or turn to self-hatred. This was her first step toward the egalitarian cause, and her hedonistic self of course found a way to combine rediscovering marginalized cultures with getting hammered and stuffed. With a proud smirk, the short fat and busty elf followed the toast, and took a big sip of liquor, ready to do what she was best at : to indulge. Holding out one drink to Nym, the tall girl held the other up, "To the resistance"

Nymeria expected the burn, but she didn’t expect the texture. The liquid was syrupy and silky, and rolled on her tongue like a mirage’s on the desert dunes. It was strong, it was sweet, probably too much for most, but Nym was used to overwhelm her senses, so she powered through and even took a second sip, this time tasting the sourness of the milk under the sweetness of the grain. She liked it, but she knew she couldn’t handle another glass of this if she wanted to remember her night. She pressed herself against her new crush’s toned body once more, but this time it was the plump elf that moved one arm around the much thinner waist of her new acquaintance. ‘’Thank you so much. This is exactly what I needed!’’

The scheduled speeches had begun, and an emaciated giant lady was on stage, rousing the crowd with older slogans and memories of past struggles. She was clearly an old timer and a bit of a radical, and Nym was happy she was so tall. At least she had no trouble seeing her speak with her 9 feet frame leaning over the microphone, she was so imposing! Funnily enough, Nym was actually heavier than the giantess, not that the elf was aware of that. The plump poser drank her words, even if she didn’t understand half of it, for it was in political jargon, or comments on insider info from the streets. The passion in her voice was what caught Nym’s attention.

*

The speeches were quickly getting wild, and the crowd was cheering speaker after speaker, with some musical numbers here and there, form quiet non-human folk to politically radical rock music. Little people knew, but the abandoned high rise where the gathering was occurring was under police surveillance, with undercover infiltrators inside waiting for the signal for a descent. This gathering was about to turn very very messy and really soon. It was bait to identify and capture non-human radicals, and all the attendance was considered collateral's. With no secure emergency exits and such a crowd, it was going to turn into a scramble for escape.

 

[Batman76]

This is a cool setting, it's like if Bright was good

[>_< 0_0]

I wonder what kind of city this would be? I’d say like Seattle, but more medieval

[SilverPathfinder]

The racial segregation creates a few overpopulated nonhuman city districts dominated by large housing buildings, with a few fantasy touches here and there (like a giant managed restaurant akin to a viking hall, underground dwarven habitats,  etc.) as the inner city has been re-appropriated by the various groups that got pushed there by humans through explicit segregation laws and more subtle discrimination. The human dominated downtown and surrounding suburbs might resemble a classic North American city, not that I know much about Seattle ^^'

[SilverPathfinder]

**Smack**

The ass smack came out of nowhere. The half-orc’s hand landed with a fleshy thud against the blubbery expanse of Nymeria’s left cheek, sending a wave in motion through the elf’s whole bottom, until it spread to her hips and the heavy swaying roll that formed the lowest and most imposing part of her double belly. Also feeling the alcohol move through her system, the plump punk girl let out an amused giggle instead of the choked expression that kind of behaviour would have normally caused to her. Biting her lower lip with growing desire, the overfed poser downed the remaining liquor like the party college girl she was, letting out a cute little scream as the burn overtook her delicate throat.

- ‘’Wanna get closer to the action?! I know a spot backstage, if you dare.’’ Said the gorgeous half-orc with a suggestive smile that evoked more than just a better view of the show.

Hearing Tamyana’s suggestion, Nym would have jumped a little in place in excitement, but asking her chubby feet to leave the ground would require more power than her plump calves could muster. Instead, the pampered suburban girl did the next closest thing, and she bounced on the tip of her toes, cupping her face with both hands in a childlike motion, a huge smile forming on her gorgeous lips, not that Tamyana had much chance to notice with the tectonic shift that was occurring a few inches down at the same moment, where the busty elf’s mammoth rack was bouncing up and down like mesmerizing pendulums of pure womanly opulence.

The sheer weight of these swaying melons was enough to make the tipsy elf stumble forward, forcing her to support herself against Tamyana or she might have fallen over.

- ‘’Oups. Sorry about that. I am down to get closer, but as much as the idea is hyping me… Are you sure we can get there? I tried, but it feels like it’s jam-packed with people. How do you expect us to get in sight of the stage?’’

The cute plumper was playing with Tamyana’s collar with a finger, leaning heavily against the taller girl in an alluring way. This was the kind of heavy handed distraction that could obfuscate the first scream of alert coming from the event’s entrance door, where a quickly silenced goblin had stormed in after he spotted some suspicious police cars a few streets away. He was almost instantly taken care of by one of the infiltrators sent inside by the cops, before both of them were dragged out by the doormen, the goblin now knocked out before her could explain his scream. The clamour was lost in the crowd like it never happened. Still, a few surrounding attendees were made nervous by this commotion, and went outside to investigate. It wouldn’t be long before they saw the same thing that alerted the poor goblin.

The raid was going to start any minute now, and with the cops rushing through most ground entrance, it would leave a handful of escape routes for the crowd, mostly situated upstairs, on the unfinished upper levels of the abandoned high rise. At least, most of the non-humans present had some experience at city running.

Her eyes never leaving Nym’s cleavage, Tamyana replied with a grin "Just follow me." However, she didn't really give an option for the elf not to follow. Her hand clasped around the elf's wrist like a handcuff and she began to tug her through the crowd.

Nym squealed weakly as she found herself being dragged by this strong hand across the cramped mass of people. Pulled by Tamyana’s vigorous steps and impressive strength, the overfed punk girl was in fact moving slightly faster than her normal waddle, even with the crowd getting in the way. The blue haired beauty wasn’t in control of her movement at all, and all she could do was follow as fast as she could to keep up with the half-orc’s pace, feeling her chubby feet almost floating, carried much further by each stride than her chunky legs would normally allow. The buxom babe cringed each time her colossal curves crashed against an attendee, many people were simply unable to get out of the way in time, and she would bump roughly against them with a fleshy thud, her rolled gut swaying ponderously like a demolition ball. If she wasn’t ramming someone with her belly, it was her absurdly broad hip or her stupendously large chest that did the deed.

Nym mumbled a few ‘’Sorry…Just passing through…Don’t mind us…’’ as she and her toned cuddle buddy were rushing through the crowd.

Far behind them, near the entrance door, a different kind of drama was happening, the security staffers slowly beginning to understand something was amidst, and finding with a cold shiver that their communications were sabotaged, making it impossible to shut down the stage and trigger the alarms. All they could do was shout and ask people to leave, with many activists not really taking them seriously in the chaos. While some people were beginning to inch toward the exits, some became irritated and rowdy that the speeches were interrupted; causing further commotion that had yet to catch up to our duo.

Soon, the half-orc and the butterball she was dragging behind her reached what looked like a locked side door, maybe some kind of access to the backstage area. Without munch hesitation, Tamyana pulled a knife from inside her form fitting vest and busted the lock in a quick well trained motion, before kicking the door open and slipping in the hallway casually, glancing back over her shoulder to invite the other to follow. Watching Tamyana force the door open was very impressive for Nym, and the overfed elf caught herself biting her lip and eying the athletic girl with even more interest. That girl wasn’t just rocking the rugged street look, she was for real!

Curious despite the decrepit aspect of the hallway, Nym was eager to get backstage and she followed the tall orcish girl with a smile on her lip, only for her expression to shift to confused stupor as she felt her fat laden hips bump against the door-frame, her body far too thick to slip through the doorway, despite Tamyana having no issue at all.

Blushing under her foundation, the elf cursed under her breath. ‘’Not again…’’ Like when she entered the compound, she stepped back and shifted her body sideways, attempting to slip though, but even then, her rotund belly and her well-padded rump were pausing problem. Hell, even her tits were a bit too generous to squeeze through. With a cute little grunt, the obese elf tried to suck in her belly and push through, not without making some progress, but even if her body was soft and pliable, this was a very tight squeeze. She might need a hand to get through if Tamyana didn’t want to watch her plump companion struggle for minutes getting through a single door.

Sighing in exasperation, the blue haired poser commented with a whiny voice: ‘’Were these hallway built for goblins? Ugh…this is ridiculous.’’

The obese elf poser was quite aware of the show she was giving to Tamyana, wedged in the door like rising dough squeezed in a too small mold. Helpless in the precarious situation, the chubby punk girl could nothing but puff in indignation when the tall activist dared put her hands on her massive melons to push her back from the doorway. Nym she didn’t said nothing; even if it was quite obvious the toned girl was biting her tongue not to burst into laughter. It wasn’t like the half-orc had much place to put her paws, with all the space Nym’s opulent bosom was taking in front of her. As she was pushed out of the doorway, the blue haired beauty watched with a sting of envy as the lean athlete slipped effortless back on her side of the obstacle, her hips not even coming close to brush the sides of the doorway.

If Nym had any street smarts, she would absolutely refuse to be pushed by a stranger inside a shady cramped hallway she had no mean to escape by her own means, but the possibility of letting herself walk into a trap didn’t crossed the suburban elf, despite being literally too fat to fit through the door. Instead, the busty girl was growing impatient to get through, fearing she would miss too much of the speeches if they lingered in place.

Nym welcomed Tamyana’s push with a nod, also using her own hands and feet to squeeze her enormous figure through the cramped doorway, her overfed curves oozing through the gap slowly and with great effort, until her massive belly finally slipped through with a **pop**. The sudden release from the door’s embrace was enough to send them both flying in the hallway stumbling. The plump elf was knocked off balance by the tall half-orc, landing on her belly and breast with a loud thud. Nymeria’s face was momentarily swallowed by her own cleavage while she bounced on the soft pillow of her rolled gut. Her muffled scream of surprise was almost inaudible through the pounds of boob flesh, until she eventually managed to push herself up enough to breathe freely, resting on her elbows, half suspended on top of her own decadent body. She could feel Tamyana’s weighting on her soft back, and was unable to move, already barely mobile when she had only her own body to support.

- ‘’Ugh…Get off! I am squished here!’’

Eventually, Nym could feel the toned form push herself away, soon standing by her side. Still, it took a lot of struggle for the cumbersome plumper to even get herself on hands and knees. Her belly was hanging heavily under her, brushing against the concrete floor and pulling her down with its staggering weight. Her bosom was its own anchor, the pull of gravity making it almost impossible for the weak chubby girl to push herself up without some kind of support. It was quite embarrassing, and the longer it took Nym to get up, the more she struggled, trying to hurry, only to fail and collapse back on her belly with a slapping noise. ‘’Humff!’’ If she went slowly, she knew she could make it back on her feet, but she was trying to hide her struggles to Tamyana and it backfired. The helping hand came a little late, but at this point, Nym’s pride was already destroyed and she gladly accepted the assistance.

Even with her impressive orcish strength, Tamyana’s muscles flexed hard to lift the laden mass of this blubbery elf. Nym could see the other’s arms bulge, and all her core muscle ripple under her tight top. Back on her feet, Nym quickly dusted herself, moving her chubby hands over her massive breasts and belly to get off some of the dirt she collected while struggling on the ground. Tamyana could notice that the elf was so obese her arms could just barely reach over the expanse of her curves. This simple struggle was hinting toward more issues, including a few disturbing questions about how the obese girl managed to reach herself...

The hallway was wider than the doorway, meaning that the overfed elf could move without being pushed along the way. Still, she preferred to move sideways, even if it was slower. She didn’t liked feeling her love handles brush the walls on both sides. At this point, the trouble occurring in front of the stage was spreading, and right by the main door, panic replaced confusion. A human SWAT team suddenly barrelled inside, launching a tear gas grenade in the middle of the gathering, and beginning to move toward their targets without consideration for the risk of triggering a trample in the overcrowded place. Thing were getting sour pretty quickly, but in the front rows by the stage, the situation wasn’t quite obvious yet. The police never announced themselves; there was only confusion and fear.
The heavy walls of the hallway hid all sound of the chaos outside from the duo. Tamyana walked slowly, just behind Nym so that she could help, should the elf ever get stuck again. As they walked, Tamyana seemed pensive, and without much warning, the tall rugged activist blurted a question, apparently thinking out loud :

- "How long has it been since you last got a chance to fuck someone?" She blinked, surprised at herself. Visibly trying to recover from the blunder, she cocked a flirty smirk as Nym stopped in her tracks and turned herself toward Tamyana, raising a brow and placing a first against her plush waist.

- ‘’What kind of question is that?’’ Facing the half-orc, she was taking all the width of the hallway, her well-padded hips touching both sides, buttery flesh taking all the space it could.

Her enormous voluptuous chest was heaving slightly inside the confine of her tight top, her vest hugging the sides of those huge orbs of feminine opulence without any chance of ever closing over them. With the earlier struggle, her belly had escaped the confine of her short and was spilling down to the top of her thighs. From this angle, it was impossible to know the color of her shorts anymore, or if she was even wearing any. Despite all this girth, all this mass, Nym looked small and weak as she stood up, eyeing the street girl with a disappointed gaze. She was acting though and scandalized, but she was helpless and vulnerable and deep down, she knew it.

The question stung the blue haired elf quite a bit, for she had been experiencing a lot of frustrations on that angle in recent years. Despite how boldly she was displaying her curves, and how confident she tried to appear, the through was that being fat positive wasn’t easy at all, especially for an elf. She could tell herself she looked fabulous and sexy, but she wasn’t having a lot of luck with her love life. And now, it seemed to Nym that the girl she thought was some kind of closeted fat admirer was maybe only having a pity pick with her. The cringey question was telling a lot about how this girl was seeing this whole situation. Tamyana was a hot, toned jock and she was getting herself a fat ugly duckling to feel good about herself.

- ‘’Is that it? Do you think I am some kind of charity case, and that you are going to have an easy fuck with me? Bitch please…’’

- "No I don't think you'd be easy to fuck at all..." Quickly replied the half-orc, a bit on the defensive and trying to avoid starring at the massive pillow of fat that was obscuring Nym’s neither region from sight. After a few awkward seconds of silence, the gorgeous activist finally looked up, meeting Nymeria's gaze with her own, and she slowly reached out her hand. Moving slowly, she cupped Nymeria's cheek. Her strong fingers sinking softly into the plump flesh.

- "You're fat. But... I don't care about that. You're fat, I've got tusks, we all got our issues... ‘’ Closing her yes for a moment, she let her hand drop from Nymeria's cheek down to her bosom. Trailing her fingers across the mass of exposed cleavage she continued, "I don't pity you. But I'm not going to pretend you're not… massive. You're huge and I think you are still hot, but I bet your size isn’t always welcomed. I just wanted to know when your last time was... You don’t have to answer." Pulling away, Tamyana looked up once more and chewed on her lip.

Nymeria snuffled, backing up slightly as the gorgeous activist reached for her with a hesitant hand. Still, the plump college girl didn’t fully evade the gentle touch, finding a trace of genuine contrition in the taller girl’s voice. There was something in her eyes as well, something vulnerable and true that made the soft elf feel like maybe Tamyana wasn’t so much mean as she was blunt and full of bravado. The purple eyed beauty didn’t hear any apology. In fact, the toned half-orc even pointed multiple times at the elf’s weight, saying the quiet part out loud and making it clear to Nym that she saw her overfed body as some kind of fault. Still, this blunt honestly came with some truth about Tamyana herself, how she saw her orcish heritage, how she drew similarities between then. The dark haired girl exposed some of her own insecurities and inner struggles, and that was worth a lot for Nym.

When the finger moved to touch the pliable flesh of her overflowing cleavage, the plump elf didn’t moved back. Instead, she stood firm and looked Tamyana in the eyes, her breathing short, scanning the half-orc’s expression to find any trace of hypocrisy, any sniff of any game the athletic girl might play with her. All she found was a cracking veil of countenance, and the confirmation that her first reaction might have been uncalled for. Tamyana didn’t pity her. She was simply rude and insensitive, but in a very intriguing kind of way. Nymeria couldn’t help but crave to see what was hiding under the mask of the mysterious girl. So, she swallowed her pride, and lightened her expression, deescalating the situation. With a sigh, she rolled her eyes and stretched herself, massaging her neck while looking at the half-orc sideways.

- ‘’You aren’t a smooth talker, you know that right?’’’ She said, while raising her chubby arms up, causing the taunt fabric of her too small top to ride even further up the curve of her rolled stomach. With a coy smile, Nym moved one hand down her neck and, slowly, across the expanse of her cleavage, following her exposed neckline with her opened hand, giving a gentle squeeze to her breast, before moving further down to her belly and gently pulling her short back to their original position, just below her deep belly button.

- ‘’I know I am fat, very much so. I mean… I almost got stuck in that doorway, I guess that’s telling. But, you wouldn’t have pushed… all this… through the door if you didn’t want some of it. Right? Seems to me that you are the one working very hard for… us to happen.’’

Nymeria stepped closer, her voluptuous bosom bouncing heavily from her movement, before she softly crossed an arm over the enormous orbs to settle them down. The blue haired poser intensified the movement on purpose. She was playing with the only card her decadent lifestyle really gave her, betting on this insight that maybe Tamyana was actually really into her.

- ‘’So please, girl, don’t try to play it like I am the only one that might be very happy if this evening grows into a night. You are gorgeous, and bold, and intriguing. But don’t take me for granted just because I don’t have a washboard for a tummy. Is that clear? My sex life isn’t your business, and if your assumptions aren’t exactly false, it’s far from being the whole truth.’’

The shorter girl paused and sighed, gathering some resolve before exposing some of her own truths to the toned activist. ‘’I am from a mixed district. There are a lot of humans around, more than all the non-humans combined. I can tell you something, my weight isn’t the flaw everyone is looking at.’’

Nym turned her head and pulled a lock of blue hair back, exposing her long knife shaped ears to the half-orc. They were hard to miss, about six inches long, they were longer than most elves’, and her haircut did little to conceal them. Most elves that wanted to integrate with human society would hide them with their hairs or hats, even using plastic surgery to remove the embarrassing proof they were not part of humankind.

- ‘’I refuse to conform to what they want, to be like they wished I was. I am not going to conceal who I am for humans, and that didn’t make me very popular with anyone really.’’
With her other hand, the plump punk grabbed some fat from her belly, giving it a gentle shake as she made her point.

- ‘’This is me as well. That, it’s the elves that don’t like it. But they have no more right to control me than the humans. Still, the hypocrites will hide their ears and tell me I dishonour the specie. I spit on all of them. My life is mine. Maybe I am lonely sometimes… But it’s my choice, and that’s worth something.’’

 

 

[SilverPathfinder]

Shaking her head, Tamyana stepped closer while listening to Nym’s story, bringing their bodies very close. Not quite enough to touch, but close enough that they could feel the other’s body heat radiating off each other’s skin. Falling silent, she seemingly listened carefully to what the elf had to say. Despite being from a totally different world than Nym, it felt as if Tamyana empathized with the plump elf. Sure, they had lived very distinct lives, Nymeria experiencing discrimination but abundance and luxury, while Tamyana had clearly lived in the street, but being an half-orc, it could be guessed she had not been fitting in much better. While one was too fat to be an elf, and too elvish to ever bland as an human, the other was too orcish to be a human and too human to be an orc. In the end there wasn't all that much difference; apart from the fact this short elf was nearly three times heavier than the athletic half-orc.

Tamyana stepped closer again, this time pressing her body into Nymeria’s plush figure without any shame as she pinned the elf girl up against the wall, her gaze intense, with a fire fueled by more emotions than mere lust. Nym’s little story clearly had some effect on the gorgeous half-orc. One of her hand pressed into the wall beside Nymeria's head while the other came up and gently caressed the curve of the elf’s enormous bosom. It wasn't exactly groping, but it wasn’t a very subtle contact, to say the least.

"I spotted you because you were different. You walked into this place… with a figure like this" She said sliding her hand down to Nymeria's belly and giving it a playful squeeze. "Radiating rich girl money and innocence. It takes guts to go where you don't fit in and I respect that. I figured someone like that…"

She paused, her hand coming back up to Nymeria’s breast for emphasis, "… was someone I wanted to get to know a little better. I got to admit a part of me was interested in your money too. I'm a street girl you know. Money is attractive to me, and no offence, but you look like you never skipped a lunch in your whole life.’’ She grinned, the comment having a hint of mockery, but also awe at the opulence of this plump elf.

Leaning in close, the toned orcish beauty got her face real close to Nymeria's "But if you want, how did you put it, this evening to become a night. You better get one thing straight. I'm don't take anything for granted. That’s a luxury only rich little girls can afford. I wake up every day, grateful that I didn't get beaten up by cops or some orc gang, and I eat every scrap, thankful that I'm not gonna starve. You may think because I'm strong and tall and… alright,  kinda hot I guess, that everything comes easy to me, but you better think again. Nothing in my life has ever come easy to me. Don’t project your issues on me, princess.’’

Tamyana was giving of a weird, angry, aggressive, dominant, but humble kind of energy. It was unsettling for the overfed punk elf. Definitely not her definition of fairy tale romance, but then again, Tamyana wasn't any kind of fairy tale princess. She was someone who survived on her instincts and had to fight every day just to get ahead. When you put it that way, expecting her to give off anything other than some kind of broken fucked up energy would be naive. Tamyana's face was so close now, Nymeria could feel she was breathing a little heavily, her eyes full of anger and sadness and compassion. A strange cocktail of emotions.

Pinned by the much stronger girl, Nym was caught off-guard, her soft pliable form squished firmly against the wall. The hallway was just wide enough for them both to fit, and with the elf’s belly and breast jousting far away in front of her body, she was taking most of the space, obviously. The pampered poser could feel Tamyana’s toned stomach pressing firmly against her blubbery midsection, while the half-orc’s perky bosom was resting against her expansive chest. The contrast between their bodies was stark. One was tall and lean, the other short and obese beyond comparison. After Tamyana’s long diatribe, the busty elf was left stunned by the half-orc’s honesty, and a little disappointed by herself as well. How naive she was to think her trendy outfit would suffice to have her blend with the crowd. Tamyana only needed a glance to know she wasn’t from their world, to smell the scent of privilege all over her pale soft skin. Nym should consider herself lucky that the first person to lay hands on her was this gorgeous girl, someone that was intrigued and attracted by her. She could as easily have been mugged and left in a gutter. Being called innocent was a bit embarrassing, but it was definitively true.

The blue haired beauty bit her lower lip as Tamyana squeezed her abundant stomach. Next to the half-orc’s toned tummy, with her visible abs dancing under her skin, having hands like that on this big ball of dough felt almost humiliating, but also incredibly decadent, erotic. Having Tamyana weighting against her was also putting pressure on Nym’s lower belly, and the pelvis buried under the thick slab of fat. The elf’s breath grew short, and the tips of her ears turned pink as she held back a subtle moan of arousal. It was terribly embarrassing. She just stood there, defending herself from being an easy picking, but here she was, shivering like a horny teen because some hot girl was caressing her fat, fetishizing her wealth, and acting rough. Alright, it was more complicated than that, but Nym couldn’t help but feel pathetic with the way her body reacted.

With Tamyana now so close that Nym could feel the heat of her breath on her ear as she spoke, the fat elf’s hearth was pounding, her plump lips slightly parted to handle her exited puffing. Her massive melons were pressed against the other’s body, almost pushing her away with their obscene size, and her eyes couldn’t move away from Tamyana stunning features. Nymeria’s rich sweet fragrance was filling the cramped hallway, enticing aromas following the example of her overflowing curves and filling the space with opulence and indulgence.

With a shiver running down her spine, the fat purple eyes elf pushed herself on the tip of her toes and, succumbing to temptation, landed a kiss on Tamyana gorgeous lips, her mouth like honey Nym was entranced by. With her hands holding the back of the taller girl’s neck and her thumbs gently caressing her cheeks, Nym abandoned herself into the kiss as soon as she felt the toned girl melt into her. It was clear she had been waiting for the elf to make a move. Shifting her weight, the obese beauty pushed back against Tamyana, using her enormous mass to back the half-orc against the opposite wall, almost falling against her has she was carried by her momentum and standing on precarious balance as she reached up for the soft embrace.

Tamyana was strong but even strength wasn't enough to defy the laws of physics. She could have the most sturdy stance possible, but when five hundred pounds of blubbery opulence shoved up against you, you moved. Feeling her back press into the wall, Tamyana let out a soft gasp. She clearly hadn't expected the elf to take control like that. Closing her eyes, she tried her best to enjoy the kiss, but Tamyana was a dominant woman in every aspect of the word, having Nymeria push a kiss onto her, pin her up against the wall, try and take control. It lit a fire in her that none of them were prepared for. Kissing back, she slid her arms around the elf's fat body and squeezed her so that she could roughly grope her thick rolls of back fat. In an attempt to establish dominance once more, Tamyana slipped her hands through the waist band of Nymeria's poor stretched shorts and groped the bare skin of her exposed rear. Her strong fingers dug into the fat rolls, kneading them like two immense piles of bread dough.

Feeling the pampered suburban beauty melt in her strong toned arms, Tamyana trailed her hands up her body, never letting them leave contact, as she made their way up to the elves ears. Despite being a rough person, she visibly didn't want to hurt the elf, so she caressed the sensitive area at the tip of her ears with the pad of her thumb. Leaning in, she whispered softly, "What will it be chubby? You wanna be fucked right now? Later? Or both."

Nym shivered and let out a powerless moan as the half-orc gently teased the tip of her ears, closing her eyes and biting her lower lip as a warm and fuzzy feeling spread from the back of her neck to her pelvis. Unable to stay on the tip of her toes any longer, the voluptuous plumper was forced to lower herself, slightly backing away from Tamyana and allowing her much thinner figure to slip free from the crushing mass of her swaying belly. Her fat gut and huge tits still wobbling from her sudden shift, the blue haired elf looked like a sexy pile of lard, and she was completely under the half-orc’s power. Her overeager kiss was less a display of dominance than a clumsy burst of erotic intensity. Nym didn’t exactly intend to pin Tamyana against the wall so strongly, but it wasn’t like she could fight the staggering weight of both her rolled gut and luscious breasts.

Despite the weakness on her knees and the warmth spreading deep between her thick thighs, the plump elf wasn’t quite ready to get intimate in some shady hallway, especially not in the Greyfields of North Avenue. Her sense of preservation was strong enough to tell her that going at it in this very spot was a bad call, but Nymeria couldn’t wait for her and the dark haired knockout to be alone in a bedroom. The hedonistic punk girl was shivering as she felt the statuesque toned figure of this gorgeous bombshell pressing once more against her own decadent and generous curves. Hard muscles and soft fat were melting together in their embrace. A shame it wasn’t really the right place to get so steamy.

Huffing and puffing from her extreme level of arousal, the chubby elf shook her head and gently caressed Tamyana’s cheek while she was slowly getting her feelings under control. ‘’Oh… I want you so badly, but it’s not really the time or place for that… I don’t want some rando to storm by while I enjoy this gorgeous amazon.’’ Nym booped Tamyana’s nose with a wink and a teasing smirk, slowly backing from the stunning half-orc. ‘’Anyways, weren’t you supposed to show me a nice spot to listen to the speeches? Or maybe this was a trap all along to get your hand on this booty?’’

Tamyana laughed a soft laugh, "If I needed you trapped, I see this as an absolute win. It’s not like you can really get away, can you big girl? Remember the ‘goblin sized’ door uh? Anyways,  I'm saying fuck the speeches, but if you want to stay, we can stay."

With a soft smile, Tamyana began to walk once more down the hall, beckoning Nymeria to follow her, "Come on, it's just down this way." Occasionally shooting flirty glances at Nymeria, Tamyana started to talk, just to pass the time while they walked. "You know the problem with the resistance. I've been here years and I can tell you. They're too soft." Pausing to glance at Nymeria's fat, soft body, she giggled at the irony. After an awkward second, she continued, "They're always talking about the unheard voice of the masses. Showing humans that we are more than just creatures. We are equals. We can think and speak. We have culture. Showing them that we deserve respect through peaceful protest and rallies. It's all well and good for recruitment, but at some point you got to take action. That's where we really disagree, the resistance leaders and I. The humans know we are people, it's not a matter of ignorance. They know, they just don't care. ’’ She sighed, "The only way to get humans to stop killing us is to fight back. If we want to survive and make things better, we need to make the humans fear us, just like they made us fear them."

They moved slowly through the hallway, the overfed suburban beauty listening to Tamyana’s hot take on the egalitarian movement as she waddled behind her toned form, purple iris locked on the subtle swaying of her hips and the curves of her muscular bum. At this point, it was getting pretty clear to Nym that this girl wasn’t as much an activist as she was a soldier, or maybe a terrorist? These views, they weren’t that unexpected for the plump elf. She suspected that Tamyana was for real, and despite her lack of street smart, the punk girl was actually well learned about the history of non-human activism. Call for violence and for large scale unrest were not new. Deep down, Nym knew that purely peaceful advocacy wasn’t enough, so she wasn’t shocked to hear right from the mouth of this beautiful half-orc. Still, war was so far from her reality that it almost sounded like fantasy. Maybe that was why she wasn’t afraid of Tamyana. It didn’t felt real enough.

Nym had been sheltered by her life of privileges, spent in good neighbourhoods where the human supremacists were few and what you encountered was mostly erasure and casual racism. She debated teachers and human classmates in college, and if she sometimes faced abuse and even death threats as a result, she never really feared for her life. Killing an upper middle class elf girl was crass, even for the authorities. But that was in the suburbs, where the non-humans were few and nonthreatening for social order. In the Greyfields, she would be nothing but a statistic.

As they reached the end of the corridor, Tamyana grew silent and slowly opened the doors at the end of the hallway, her gaze trailing off in shock. The door led to a small wing behind the stage. It was mostly obscured from the ground area, so while she could see out into the main hall, anyone there would have to be very vigilant to notice them.

The room was pure chaos. People were running and screaming, the air was hazy with teargas and smoke from fires that had been started. The sound of gunfire peppered the air, the sharp "bark bark" of semi-automatic guns making the rest of the sounds seem like whispers. Most of the guns were loaded with rubber rounds, meant to leave bruises and incapacitate, but not kill. Some of them weren't. Some of them had real bullets and there were bodies on the floor.

Moving back into the hallway, Tamyana shoved Nymeria back, this time quite brutally. "MOVE!" she hissed as loud as she dared, "We gotta find a way out of here right now!"

As she got shoved out of the way by a seemingly anxious Tamyana, Nym didn’t reacted with the same alacrity as any girl that experienced life and death situation previously in her life. Instead, she just looked confused and lost, almost freezing when she heard the hissing tone in the athletic girl’s voice. The only thing that managed to get Nymeria to move was the bullet ricochet that whistled a few inches left of her, startling her and making her move in hurry. Unfortunately, the luscious curves surrounding the plump elf’s figure were quite the burden in such emergency situation, and as she scurried back in the hallway, the best she could achieve was a fast walk, with her fat hips and love handle slamming against the walls each time she waddled too far left or right. She took so much space that Tamyana couldn’t really move past her mass without ramming her into a wall and squeezing past her bloated curves.

Out of breath, Nym asked, looking back at Tamyana with scared eyes ‘’I didn’t see any emergency exit on this level…humph…w…where? Where do we leave Tamyana!?’’

Nymeria was left fidgeting in place in a state of barely contained panic, her enormous chest heaving as she tried to keep her breath under control. This couldn’t be happening! The rally was publicly announced, it wasn’t illegal. The worst thing they could say about the event was that it wasn’t exactly following safety regulations, but it wasn’t a criminal offence. Why so many cops, why the tear gas, why the bullets? Nym was slowly coming to the realization that it didn’t mattered. None of this mattered. The humans were calling the shots, and entrapment was apparently fair game in these parts of town. She was simply living through her first gross abuse of power from the state, and the little faith she had in the rules was being torn apart each time she heard a scream of pain or a gunshot resonating in the building.

Trying to think fast, the overfed elf managed to build a picture of the building in her mind, remembering how they moved through the large open space in front of the stage, and how they reached this hallway. She didn’t spot any emergency exit, but this was a whole high rise they were in. This was only the first level. Maybe they could take off from some fire escape on another level, or at least hide there. She remembered a staircase they moved past on their way toward this shortcut they were in. It wasn’t that exposed, they just needed to slip out of this hallways and get up a few flight of stairs. Nym wasn’t super hyped by her own plan, glancing at the heavy flab of lard that was hanging down her thighs, but it was better than standing like a sitting duck in this cramped spot, waiting to be swallowed by tear gas or stuck by a lost bullet.

Looking at Tamyana, Nym felt like the gorgeous activist was thinking. She seemed to have everything under control, but they weren’t moving, which make the overfed college girl doubt she had a clear plan ahead of her. Moving closer, the voluptuous punk whispered her idea to the tall toned street girl : ‘’We went past a staircase on our way here. Maybe we can try to go up to find some kind of escape? We can’t stay here, we are too close to the trouble.’’ For now, the chaos outside could still cover Nym’s and Tamyana’s retreat, if they moved quickly. They were still ahead of the crowd. Little did Nym knew, but she wasn’t the only one with this idea. With most access stormed by cops on the first level, some managed to slip out though holes in the walls and narrow windows, but the bulk of the escaping non-humans were moving up, or about to do so in the midst of the chaos.

[Batman76]

Okay, the writing in this was obscenely good. Both the fat description and the social stuff were super engaging. You really have them both display some nice characterization.